It would be nice to report that our 4 damsels in distress enjoyed a wonderful formative experience that left them renewed and enthused about the meaning of life.
It would be nice to suggest that despite the direness of their situation they recovered their dignity and sense of being once they endured what was a far from pleasurable experience.
The chief problem was size. Human childbirth is enough of a struggle, trying to squeeze something the size of a grapefruit through an orifice far smaller was never meant to be easy. But what was inside them was no grapefruit. The world's largest Watermelons would be a more palatable possibility than what faced them; invaders impossibly large that were determined to make their exit.
And that exit had been made all the more difficult. All of our devastated damsels except the prissy Simmons had led full sex lives and their cooches should have had enough flexibility to at least assist them in their impossible challenge. But the symbiotes inside them had no wish to make life any easier for them. Each of their precious flowers had been tightened to impossibly small levels; and a vast variety of nerve endings had been deliberately relocated and sensitized so that even a mild intimate caress would be impossible to withstand - what was coming, and all too soon was unthinkable.
The eggs inside them were not only of prodigious size (and still growing even at this stage), completely solid without even a semblance of give in them, but also perfectly spherical, ensuring any angle of exit would be as impossible as the next.
Never had the need for lubrication been greater, but instead the moisture that their treacherous bodies were producing was actually designed to enhance friction and resistance, making things ever more difficult.
As the eggs squeezed their way agonizingly slowly, our 4 heroines were also unaware that each of their eggs were not even equipped with the blessing of a smooth surface, instead being equipped with a comprehensive series of barbed hooks facing in random directions; constantly ripping, slicing and tearing.
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And so with unspeakable agony, their most unwelcome offspring forced themselves out into the outside world - a completely devastating process to their hosts that saw every orifice open in sympathy as they passed. And as agonizing and impossible as it was, each former agent collapsed simultaneously into a shuddering orgasm.
Maybe once they wouldn't have blacked out in a quivering mess of their own juices. Maybe once they may have possessed enough self-control to recover enough and assess their situations before they again changed for the worse. But now they were so feeble and drained, and their symbiotes in such complete control that as they began to regain even a semblance of awareness of their appalling surroundings; they once again found themselves in the throws of labour; for their recovery speeds were far inferior to that of their unwelcome guests.
They had no chance to enjoy even a moment of release or clarity; because as each offspring made its exit accompanied by the inevitable squeals of agony and shudders of uncontrolled pleasure, so their situations got worse for each iteration. Their bodies were deftly guided to make their situations ever worse. Bloodflow was prioritised to their abdomens, feeding the burgeoning eggs inside them to ever-increasing size. So too their tits expanded even larger; lactating freely. The symbiote healed their snatches each time, each time; still increasing their sensitivity while making them ever tighter and their task more impossible.
And then in a very brief moment of lucidity, they realised that there were not 4 of them but 5. Another devastated young female was in exactly the same predicament as each of them. But, but - it was Peggy Carter! She'd been impregnated more than half a century before! She was still alive, still in constant labour agonies. How? How had it kept her alive, and visually useful, but completely helpless.
What state was her mind in after such an extended period of horrendous torment?
How long would this continue? Were they all going to experience Peggy Carter's fate, or worse. Could any of them they EVER experience any release?
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Were the heroines still at large awakening to a better future elsewhere?
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